a draw, actually

Becky was obliterating Miss H, her fists blasting away at the teacher and driving her to the mat with her bombardment of punches. Miss H was on her ass, bruised all over and vainly attempting to block her face and tits. Becky bounced off the opposite ropes as she cowered, shooting back towards her and hitting a gigantic field goal kick to the milf’s crotch.

Sandra screamed at the top of her lungs, holding her pussy with both hands and writhing in the corner.
“Sit tight, ya old bat. Got a surprise for ya.”

Boss Bitch yanked hard on Lisa’s leg, the gangsta pounding the mat in agony. She leaned back to bite into Lisa’s forehead while she held her, drawing blood and making her scream even louder.

She finally let go of her, yanking her to her feet by the hair and slinging her over her shoulders in a backbreaker. Boss Bitch showed her impressive strength by lifting the (slightly) heavier black girl, parading her around the ring before spinning her in front of her to bash her in a backbreaker, planting her back squarely on her knee.”

“Your Fired. Ironic, since you’re a penniless bum,” Boss Bitch taunted.

Becky dragged Miss H by the neck to the top turnbuckle, holding her by the throat as she chuckled sadistically. “Bombs away, bimbo!” She picked up and hurled Miss H onto the announcer’s table, the milf smashing completely through it. She was left out cold.

Becky turned back to the ring (still comfortably standing on the turnbuckle), where Boss Bitch kicked the limp Lisa out of the ring.

“Looks like it’s you and me, grandma,” Becky grinned.